<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:58:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-113922214615640771</id><published>2006-02-06T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:35:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't waste your time, what you can do today, do it today.&lt;br /&gt;You might regret not doing something and find out its too late to make any amends.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kiss, Hug, Talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Fear will get you no where.&lt;br /&gt;Time will be against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I KNEW If I knew it would be the last time That I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything just right. There will always be another day to say "I love you," And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do?" But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight. So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish. So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay." And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-113922214615640771?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/113922214615640771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=113922214615640771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/113922214615640771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/113922214615640771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-waste-your-time-what-you-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-113845047270420202</id><published>2006-01-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:14:32.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't EVER leave the one you love for the one you like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because the one you like will leave you for the one they love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-113845047270420202?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/113845047270420202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=113845047270420202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/113845047270420202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/113845047270420202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-ever-leave-one-you-love-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-113815294140281579</id><published>2006-01-25T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:35:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls u&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine," with a smile&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you&lt;br /&gt;he thinks you're the most beautiful thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's chest,&lt;br /&gt;he has the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday&lt;br /&gt;he is in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy say he loves you&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;he's with you till your done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," with a smile&lt;br /&gt;she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your chest&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl calls you everyday&lt;br /&gt;she is seeking for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl wants to see you everyday&lt;br /&gt;she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl chases after you&lt;br /&gt;she wants to keep the relationship badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I'll love you forever"&lt;br /&gt;she means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without yo&lt;br /&gt;ushe has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-113815294140281579?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-113807920788121835</id><published>2006-01-24T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:06:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title : Does He Like You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go weak in your knees the moment you see him around. Wish you could read his mind and get to know his feelings for you. It would have been wonderful, if he could have read your thoughts … or some kind of telepathy. Hey girls, stop wishing and start reading the subtle hints he’s trying to convey to you. His actions and behaviour will reveal more about his feelings than mere words - keep your eyes and ears open. Here’s the checklist for you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Remembers every little thing you mention in a casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pays more attention to you and makes you feel special in a group.&lt;br /&gt;3. Occasion or no occasion you will always get first preference.&lt;br /&gt;4. Surprises or showers you with gifts when there is no special occasion to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;5. You often seem to accidentally bump into him at different places, when you least expect him to be around.&lt;br /&gt;6. Notice a change in behaviour or a kind of nervousness when you are around. At times you might find his behaviour a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;7. Trying all the tricks to grab your attention, at times do things that might irritate you.&lt;br /&gt;8. His voice gets softer when the two of you talk. Also mark the change in his tone when he talks to you in a group.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes he stares straight into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Talk or flirt with your friends to make you jealous.&lt;br /&gt;11. Tries to do something physical - like grab or touch you in a play way, poke you; play with your hair or hit you lightly.&lt;br /&gt;12. Tries to make friends with your close contacts and asks them about you.&lt;br /&gt;13. You 'feel' like he's watching you, but he looks the other way or pretends to be busy with something when you turn around.&lt;br /&gt;14. His eyes get 'soft' when he looks at you. The kind of look that makes you wonder, if he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;15. Compliments you on your looks, dressing style and the perfume you use.&lt;br /&gt;16. Tries and makes up excuses to spend more and more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;17. Requests you to accompany him shopping pretending he’s bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;18. When he's near you or talking to you, he looks at your whole face - then looks into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think about it. You never know when the perfect opportunity might be standing there in front of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-113807920788121835?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/113807920788121835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=113807920788121835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/113807920788121835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/113807920788121835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2006/01/title-does-he-like-you-you-go-weak-in.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-112747491518676886</id><published>2005-09-23T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:28:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The air we breathe is so freely available that we take it forgranted. Yet without it we could not survive more than a few minutes. For the most part, the same air is available to everyone, and everyone needs it. Some people use the air to sustain them while they sit around and feel sorry for themselves. Others breathe in the air and use the energy it provides to make a magnificent life for themselves.Opportunity is the same way. It is everywhere. Opportunity is so freely available that we take it for granted. Yet opportunity alone is not enough to create success. Opportunity must be seized and acted upon in order to have value. So many people are so anxious to "get in" on a "ground floor opportunity," as if the opportunity will do all the work.That's impossible. Just as you need air to breathe, you need opportunity to succeed. It takes more than just breathing in the fresh air of opportunity, however. You must make use of that opportunity.That's not up to the opportunity. That's up to you. It doesn't matter what "floor" the opportunity is on. What matters is what you do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOUTOUTS!!! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I MISS MY ANGEL!!! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-112747491518676886?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/112747491518676886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=112747491518676886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/112747491518676886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/112747491518676886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/09/air-we-breathe-is-so-freely-available.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-112199688460313798</id><published>2005-07-22T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:48:04.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Message:When a GUY is quiet and is alone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is thinking of you and he misses you.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY is lying on his bed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is thinking deeply why he loves you.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY looks at you in your eyes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wants to tell you how much he loves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you and how important you are to him.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY answers "I'm Fine" after a while,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is not and feels hurt.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY keep asking you the same question,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is wondering why you are lying.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY hugs you while sleeping,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is wishing that you belong to him forever.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY calls you everyday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He Miss You and wants your attention.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY wants to see you everyday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He cares for you and he wants to know howare you today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.-When a GUY sends message to you everyday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wants you to know he is fine.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY says I love you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He really means it.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY says that he can't live without you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has made up his mind that you are his future&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wife.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a GUY says "I Miss You",&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wants to see you immediately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-112199688460313798?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/112199688460313798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=112199688460313798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/112199688460313798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/112199688460313798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/07/messagewhen-guy-is-quiet-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111819936673743165</id><published>2005-06-08T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:18:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="819" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/cchld051.gif" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 42px; HEIGHT: 42px" height="63" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/dkpinkht.gif" width="92" /&gt; isn't always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;as loud as a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bomb exploding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;sometimes it can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;as soft as a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feather falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;and the most painful part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one really hears it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111819936673743165?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111819936673743165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111819936673743165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111819936673743165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111819936673743165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/06/heart-breaking-isnt-always-as-loud-as.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111788277311097752</id><published>2005-06-04T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:06:30.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How True Is Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing&lt;br /&gt;and is your voice caught within your chest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep your eyes or hands off of her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's LUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud, and eager to show her off??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It isn't love, it's LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want her because you know she's there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's LONELINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you with her because it's what everyone wants??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it'S LOYALTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you with her because she kissed you, or held your hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay for her confessions of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you don't want to hurt her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's PITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belong to her because the sight of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes your heart skip a beat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It isn't love, it's INFATUATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pardon her faults because you care about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell her every day she is the only one you think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's a LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to give up all of your favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her sake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It isn't love, it's CHARITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does your heart ache and breaks when she's sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry for her pain, even when she's strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do her eyes see your true heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and relation pulls you close and holds you to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you accept her faults because it's a part of who she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you attracted to others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but stay with her faithfully without regret??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give her your heart, your life, your death??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all we search for in life? This pain, this agony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all we long for? This torture, this powerful death of self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an addictive thing that even people who are not having it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to experience it and share it with others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest weakness of humans is their hesitancy to tell&lt;br /&gt;others how much they love them while they're still alive." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111788277311097752?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111788277311097752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111788277311097752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111788277311097752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111788277311097752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-true-is-your-love-are-your-palms.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111777583221530306</id><published>2005-06-03T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:33:11.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/group_butterfly.gif" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/group_butterfly.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/group_butterfly.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/group_butterfly.gif" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;very cute--try it till the end!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Put the volume &amp; hear the music. double click on the link&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;a href="http://img.tapuz.co.il/forums/8572800.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://img.tapuz.co.il/forums/8572800.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN BOYS BECOME GIRLS BESTFRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; -- By Pamela Angela Salomon Pastor Inquirer News Service&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; CONTRARY to the popular belief that men cannot have purely&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; platonic relationships with women, today more and more&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; females have found best friends in their male counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; We all know that women outnumber men. So why can't women&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; stick to tradition and just giggle with their girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Let me tell you why:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; While most guys are terrible at being good boyfriends, they&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; can actually be great friends. Without the stress of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; jealousy, commitment, looming anniversaries and other dates&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; that should-never-be-not-even-once forgotten, women and men&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; can have pretty good relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They're not afraid to get their hands dirty. While most&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; women squeal when being splattered with mud, men like&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; rolling in it. They don't worry about ruining their manicure&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; or getting dabbed with spaghetti sauce on their shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They're more relaxed, less conscious. That makes them more&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't spend too much time going on bathroom breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't constantly complain that they're getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They think like guys. How else will you be able to dissect&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; the head of that guy you've been drooling for without your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; male best friend's analysis of the situation? How will you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; snag Mr. Perfect without his guidance? Your male best friend&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; knows what and how guys think. he is one.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They give great advice. While women tend to be more flowery&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; with words, men tell it as it is (unless of course, they are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; in the middle of courtship or are trying to sweet talk girls&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; into something). They jolt you back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; You feel protected. Now I do not mean that women are weak,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; weak creatures. I am a feminist myself. But it's nice to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; know that if someone starts beating you up, your male best&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; friend will be there to help you cream them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They act like big brothers. They warn you about no-good&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; idiots who are after you. But of course, they're actually&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; all big babies, which brings us to the next reason:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; You can mother them. Let's face it. Men - whether they're 16&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; or 60 - are kids. It's a given fact.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't fall in love with guys. How many friendships have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; been ruined because of pals going after the same guy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Countless. This will never happen between you and your male&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; best friend to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They're not afraid of calories. For most girls, pigging out&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; is unheard of. Guys live for buffets and enjoy food mor! e.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; That makes them great companions for eating out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't like boybands. (Most of them, anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They're sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't shriek or scream.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; You can be yourself. Forget about crossing your legs and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; dabbing at your little mouth with a napkin. You can relax&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; and chill and do whatever you want. You can be a guy with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't get PMS (pre-menstrual syndrome ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't talk about getting married at least, not to you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They're not too clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They won't get mad when your phone is busy. Then again, in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; this day and age when almost everyone has call-waiting, who&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; does?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They share your love for computers and passion for the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; You can talk about the NBA and not just about how cute the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; players are.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They don't easily freak out. They can handle gory and morbid&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; stuff. They don't get terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Their parents are not strict with them. Unlike most girls,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; they don't have curfews and can do what they want when they&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; want to. That means more time for you to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; But, of course, like everything else in this world, having&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; boy buds also has its downside. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Their girlfriends get jealous of you. Admit it, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; us girls can be pretty unreasonable. Some females would not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; be 100% comfortable with the idea that you are hanging out&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; with her guy a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They forget you're a girl. They have been calling you "dude"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; for such a long time that they have forgotten your gender.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; This is why you hear your guy friend say, "Whoa!" when he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; sees you all dressed and made up. This is why they think its&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; okay to salivate over other girls and comment on their&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; bodies when you're around.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; This is the reason they tell disgusting jokes and expect you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; to laugh with them. Don expect them to open doors for you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; and yes, don expect them to carry your things. And unless&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; you start wearing skirts to show off your legs, it will&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; probably take a bump on their heads to remember you're a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They can be pretty obnoxious. They can rattle off endless&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; curse words for minutes. They can tell sexist jokes and can&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; be pretty sarcastic at times. But once you sharpen your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; tongue and prepare your own vocabulary of insults, you may&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; just beat them at their own game.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Sometimes, they can take you for granted. You have been with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; them so long that they expect you to hang around forever. If&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; they blow off your plans because they suddenly got a date&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; with some hot chick, they expect you to grin and bear it. If&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; they ask you to befriend this girl they have got the hots&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; for so they can get on her good side, they expect you to do&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; it for them ?even if you hate her guts. Lets face it. Most&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; men really need a dose of sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; You may end up as a girlfriend substitute. This happens a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; lot especially with males who are afraid of commitment. You&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; end up going to his prom or to his all-important office&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; function as his date. He introduces you to his parents just&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; to stop them from asking about his almost non-existent&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; dating status. He finds security in your friendship and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; seeks comfort in your companionship. You become his ultimate&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; excuse for not going out with other women.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; You have to endure their burping contests. And when you tell&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; them to say, "Excuse me," you get chided for being too&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; prude.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They may scare away boys that you like. Having other boys&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; around you all the time may cause a hottie to think twice&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; about asking you out especially if hes the type that scares&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; easily. One, he may think that any of the guys are more than&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; just a friend. Two, even if they are just your fri! ends, he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; probably knows that if he screws up and hurts you, he's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; going to be in trouble. Then again, why should this bother&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; you? If the potential boyfriend cannot even stand up and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; face your friends, how can you expect him to be strong when&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; it is needed?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Your boyfriend can get jealous of them. In the same way that&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; their girls do not appreciate your presence, your guy might&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; not like the idea of you hanging out with your close male&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; buds. The male ego is a very, very sensitive thing. More so&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; if the owner dotes on it. As bad as this sounds, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; it boils down to a difficult choice by our boyfriend or your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; boy-friends?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They can dump you when their girlfriends get too jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Since you are expected to always be the perfect and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; unde! rstanding friend, they don think you're going to mind if&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; they stop hanging out with you. "She doesn understand why we&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; have to go out and watch movies when I can do it with her."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; But you've got to understand the guy. He's probably pretty&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; sick of hearing her whine, "Why is she texting you again?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Doesn she have any other friends?" and "What! You're going&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; out again? But you just went out with her last week!" And&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; just in case that particular relationships ends, they expect&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; to be able to pick up from where they left and resume the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; friendship like nothing happened. Yes, friends make&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; sacrifices. Even hard ones.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; They can fall in love with you. If I get a peso for every&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; single time this has happened in history, I can probably buy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; that Ford 150 now. Unless you feel the same way about your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; the situation may not be pretty. Either you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; forget about it and laugh about it when you get older or&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; your friendship goes ka-put. Definitely not a good way to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; end things.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; You might end up falling in love with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written with a pen&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;If you are my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Please answer this:&lt;br /&gt;Are we friends or are we not?&lt;br /&gt;You told me once, but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now and tell me true,&lt;br /&gt;So I can say, I am here for you.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the friends I've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;You're the ones I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;And if I die before you do,&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="394" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/true.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/wedgie.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111777583221530306?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111777583221530306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111777583221530306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111777583221530306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111777583221530306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpimg.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111759202254235518</id><published>2005-06-01T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:13:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some Thoughts For The Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in our relentless efforts to find the person we love, we fail to recognize the person who loves us. We miss out on so many beautiful things and simply because we allow ourselves to be enslaved by our own selfish concerns. Go for the person of deeds and not for the person of words because you will find rewarding happiness not with the person you love but with the person who loves you more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best lovers are those who are capable of loving from a distance, far enough to allow the other person to grow, but never to far to feel the love deep within your being. To let go of someone doesn’t mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person find his/her own happiness without expecting them to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but it is also setting yourself free from all the bitterness, hatred and anger that is kept in your heart. Never let the bitterness lure away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you, but rather let yourself grow with wisdom in bearing it. You may find peace in just loving someone from a distance not expecting anything in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful, for this can sustain life but can never give enough room for us to grow. We can survive with just the beautiful memories of the past but real peace and happiness comes only with the open acceptance of what reality is today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are some facts about all the issue. There will always come a time in our life that we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon becomes a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than just friendship. We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end our efforts are still unprepared and we end up being sorry for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is, you don’t have to forget someone you love. What you need to learn is how to accept the verdict and the reality without being bitter or sorry for yourself. Believe me, you would be better off giving that dedication and love to someone more deserving. Don’t let your heart and emotions run your life, be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that if you lose someone today, it means someone better is coming tomorrow. If you lose love, that doesn’t mean that you have failed in love. Cry, if you have to but make sure that the tears wash away all the hurt that the past has left you. Let go of yesterday for love will find its way back to you. And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111759202254235518?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111759202254235518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111759202254235518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111759202254235518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111759202254235518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-thoughts-for-heart-sometimes-in.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111752775605789956</id><published>2005-05-31T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:05:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hey guys!!! =) i'm an official blinkie addict!!! hehehe thanks to Stephie...&lt;a href="http://sugary-sweetz.blogspot.com"&gt;http://sugary-sweetz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. This are my works so far.. Kinda messed up!!! =) hehehe.. tell me if you like them.. hehehe.. =) and by the way &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i accept blinkie requests&lt;/span&gt;!!! hehehe got nothing to do this summer hols.. hehehe.. but bear with my work!!! it's not done by an expert!!! LOL @-@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/a539614f.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/bon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/dom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/erikamickey.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/evonne.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/evonnepink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/evonnerabbit.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/evonneturtle.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/paul.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/erikaheart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/evonnetack.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the best blinkies i've made so far.. ( in my opinion!!! LOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/evonnehearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/personalized%20blinkies/bstfrndz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Comments ar highly appreciated.. just leave me a tag!!! or better yet send me an email @evonne729@yahoo.com.thanks!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SMS Message Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny how we always have these standards for prospective boyfriends and girlfriends,but we found out in the end that the one we eventually love are those exceptions to those standards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quote Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"War does not determine who is right - only who is left." - Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111752775605789956?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111752775605789956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111752775605789956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111752775605789956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111752775605789956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-guys-im-official-blinkie-addict.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111734006695778580</id><published>2005-05-29T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T12:19:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shobe eirene told me to blog. so here's a survey blog &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="325" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're From Hong Kong When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to Chinese restaurants to yum cha every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to concerts more that going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your backpack weighed more than 40 pounds since primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to put stickers with Chinese phrases on your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your regular slang includes: pk and dnlm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love the number "8" (bak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a pager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear a pair of oval-shaped glasses even though you don't need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your secondary male teachers AH-SIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your secondary female teachers MISSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear designer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wished to join RHKPD when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one nick name throughout your primary and secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are proud of your nationality - BDTC/BNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could drink alcoholic beverages LEGALLY when you are 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to drive Japanese/European cars but not American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what "Form One Jai" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't call lottery as "lotto." You call it "Mark Six" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so "inch" (tsoon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pretend you know Mandarin even though you DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only use the word "toilet," you never use the words "bathroom," or "restroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started singing karaoke when you were five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive an Integra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an expert in MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tip only 10% in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer Sony or Aiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have more than 30 cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what this means: hem ga chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient HKers call police as "Green Clothes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know much about the "Basic Law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell the difference between "Welcome" and "Wellcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many many credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually have more than two DVD players at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to wear famous brand clothes: DKNY, Versace, Chanel, Polo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to gossip about HK entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like discos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch both "Chinese" or "American" movies more than any other nationalities in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say "how are you" in Mandarin, you are actually saying some bad words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never "french kiss" in the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You speak Cantonese loudly although there are many Americans around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only carry the latest cellular phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am is too early for you to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm is too early for you to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never study until the day before the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink vita soy drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear Seiko and Citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat instant noodles too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are majoring in engineering or business management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read "tsing tao" instead of "world journal" or "china press."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to use Chinese slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wear shorts in summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never order appetizers at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear long sleeves in summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Chinese handwriting really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nick a lot of McDonalds' napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask for extra coffee in McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You build a mountain of salad when you eat in Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stationeries are full of your favorite cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your school bag cost well over $1000 dollars and is made of real leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are known by your foreign friends as somebody who knew martial arts since birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a collection of robot models, built or yet to be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call Lexus cars "Luss-us" instead or "Lex-us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone buys ANYTHING, you brag about how its cheaper in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've bragged about the Hong Kong airport at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call bus "bah see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call cheese "chee see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call Mercedes Benz cars "Benz- see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everyone around you with SARS protection mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="325" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ccffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Chinese When....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat all meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use grocery bags to hold garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always leave your shoes at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a piano in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You twirl your pen around your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't own any real Tupperware -- only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've eaten a red bean Popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condiments in your fridge are either Price Club sized or come in plastic packets, which you save/steal every time you get take out or go to McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto for paper napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never order room service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These travel snacks are always dried. As in not just dried plums, dried ginger, and beef/pork jerky, but dried cuttlefish (SQUID).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents vehemently refuse the sack of gold coin oranges that their guests just brought just to be courteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to a dance party, there are a wall of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't use measuring cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You beat eggs with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents' house is always cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a teacup with a cover on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reuse teabags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom drives her Mercedes to the Price Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tip Chinese delivery guys / waiters more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a wok user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have acquired a taste for bittermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like congee with thousand year old eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached -- it means they're fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never call your parents just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always cook too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten rice, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick. They also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they produce hot air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents never go to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents send money to their relatives in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use a face cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents use a clothes line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You starve yourself before going to all you can eat sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've joined a CD club at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never discuss your love life with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents are never happy with your grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep most of your money in a savings account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been on the Love Boat or know someone who has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love Chinese Martial Arts films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shao Lin and Wu Tang actually mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to go to $1.75 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to go to $1.50 movies even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never order sweet-n-sour pork, egg foo young, or chop suey at a Chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate to spend more than $5 for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in your family drives a Honda... with custom rims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging from your rear-view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to eat chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck on fish heads and fish fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn bright red after drinking two tablespoons of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get a buzz on Coors O'Douls or Miller Sharps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look like you are eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only buy used cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have more than five remotes in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave the plastic on the lampshade for ten years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't bear to throw things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad washes his hair four times a day, or never at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've worn glasses at least since the fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents (or some other close relative) own a grocery store or restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive around looking for the cheapest gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You add twice the amount of water recommended when making orange juice from concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never seen your parents hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother lives with you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never order desserts at restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have water when dining out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say "aiya!" and "wah!" frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love Las Vegas, slot machines, and blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to play mah jong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to read all your parents' mail written in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are constantly being set up with uninteresting (and usually ugly) people by your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate eating cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a big aquarium filled with colorful fish somewhere in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is strangely obsessed with plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White people look at you strangely if you tell them you are Buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice the main topic at family get-togethers is food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seldom ever owned new clothes if you were a second child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your folks never speak under 10 decibels at family gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never made the school football or basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two middle initials instead of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grow your own bean sprouts in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother made you peel water chestnuts and snow peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an lonely unmarried relative who frequently drops by during dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You received little red envelopes containing money on special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use the underside of a porcelain bowl to sharpen your knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut your own hair… or had someone in your family do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother has a lot of gold teeth… especially in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep fresh garlic and ginger in the kitchen at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the term "lemon" or a "banana" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to shave every other day (maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wash and reuse ziplock bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know at least three people named Alan Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never drank milk after eating cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents collect jade jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always drink tea after a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad owns at least one bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents grow vegetables in a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use doilies to decorate your furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother rapped your knuckles with her chopsticks while reaching food with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Chinese - and you pass these jokes on to all your Chinese friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111734006695778580?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111734006695778580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111734006695778580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111734006695778580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111734006695778580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/05/shobe-eirene-told-me-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111594240757502141</id><published>2005-05-13T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:04:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sUm fAcTs bOut lOve..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I saw her today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: I saw him today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: It seems like its been forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: I wonder if he still cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: She looks better than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: I couldn't stop staring at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I asked her how things were going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: I asked about his new girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I'd choose her over any girl im with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: He's probablly really happy right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I couldnt look at her without starting to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: He couldnt even look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I told her I miss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: He doesnt mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: He didnt mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: He loves his new girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I held her for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: He gave me a friendly hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: Then I went home and cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: Then I went home and cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOY: I lost her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIRL: I still love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;~~someone is thinking of you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone cares about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone misses you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to hold your hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants you to be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to hug you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone will do anything for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone needs to know your love is unconditional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to tell you how much they care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to stay up watching movies w/ you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to hold you in their arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to see you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to be your lover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone loves you for who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone loves the way you make them feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to be with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants you to know they are there for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone is glad that you're their friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone is wishing you would notice them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone wants to get to know you better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;someone loves you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111594240757502141?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111594240757502141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111594240757502141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111594240757502141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111594240757502141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/05/sum-facts-bout-love.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111551847244171475</id><published>2005-05-08T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T10:14:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's difficult to imagine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the morning without the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the night without the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my life without YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Mothers' day to all moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;especially to my mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks for all the love and insipiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111551847244171475?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111551847244171475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111551847244171475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111551847244171475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111551847244171475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111551708714386290</id><published>2005-05-08T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T09:54:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;普通朋友 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;詞曲: David Tao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;等待 我隨時隨地在等待 做你感情上的依賴 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;我沒有任何的疑問 這是愛 我猜 你早就想要說明白 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;我覺得自己好失敗 從天堂掉落到深淵 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;多無奈 我願意改變 (what can I do?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;重新再來一遍(just give me chance) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;我無法只是普通朋友 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;感情已那麼深 叫我怎麼能收手 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;但你說 I only want to be your friend 做個朋友 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;我猜妳心中只是 just a friend 不是情人 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;我感激妳對我這樣的坦白 但我給你的愛暫時收不回來 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So I 我不能只是 be your friend I just can't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;your friend no,no,no, 我不能只是做你的朋友 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;不能只是做普通朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111551708714386290?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111551708714386290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111551708714386290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111551708714386290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111551708714386290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/05/david-tao-what-can-i-dojust-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111519914293603169</id><published>2005-05-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:35:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/happurpbirtha.gif" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/hapbluebirtha1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/hapgoldbirtha1.gif" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/special%20people/domdom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Domdom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;appy birthday to a special friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lthough I haven't known you many years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;erhaps because you've dried so many tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;leasure reigns as I these greetings send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;our happiness should last till all things end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ecause you've been so sweet and understanding--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n toughest times you've made me laugh and smile--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ejoice in your own specialness awhile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;his I'm not requesting but demanding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ow else to make yourself the celebration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;oing what does not come naturally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lways your concern has been for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;et now you must endure my adoration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;appy birthday to a special friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ll my love to you this precious day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;art of me knows just what I should say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;art perhaps some deeper word would send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou're the strand on which I silent write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;efore my dreams are swept far out to sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n you there's room to canter and run free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;estoring my lost sense of space and light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;o me you are a place where I can stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;anging out to watch the rush of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;rawing in the sand a lazy line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;long which I can go my own sweet way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou are my sun and shade, my bread and wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/learncrayona1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111519914293603169?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111519914293603169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111519914293603169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111519914293603169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111519914293603169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111474097843245408</id><published>2005-04-29T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:38:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;GIRLS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wait for the boy who kisses your forhead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who wants to show you off to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when you are in your sweats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;of how much he cares about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and says, "...that's her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/5bc29554ead50caff696c7bb8480cedb3777360.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUYS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Find a girl who calls you baby face instead of hot or sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;who can't stand it when you hang up on her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;who would sit there for hours looking into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;who doesn't care what you look like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but what's inside counts the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who looks at you with the twinkle in her eyes and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;kisses you on the cheek instead of the lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wants to be with you in public,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wait for the girl who is a constant reminder of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;your happiness and joy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;who makes you smile just by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;knowing she loves you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wait for the girl who you'd give piggy back rides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;to in public and she still is in view of her friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;while she gets off and you hear her go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"you're the one for me, for always"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 92px; HEIGHT: 97px" height="85" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/you20hold20my20heart20in20your20hands.gif" width="92" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~evonne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111474097843245408?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111474097843245408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111474097843245408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111474097843245408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111474097843245408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/04/girls.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111470396035747570</id><published>2005-04-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:30:59.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;one day someone will come along and give you a million reasons why it never worked out with anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/falling20for20u.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/1181454.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 101px" height="95" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/upyiv.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;im addicted to blinkes right now.. hehe. anyone of you has any. send it to me.. hehe. mwah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;~evonne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111470396035747570?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111470396035747570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111470396035747570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111470396035747570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111470396035747570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-day-someone-will-come-along-and.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111467235295808372</id><published>2005-04-28T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:12:32.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THE TIME IS NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&gt; If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; are ever going to love me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Love me now while I can know&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The sweet and tender feelings&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Which from true affection flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&gt; Love me now while I am living&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do not wait until I am gone&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And then have it chiselled in marble&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sweet words on ice cold stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&gt; If you have tender thoughts of me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Please tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you wait until I am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Never will be death between us&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And I won't hear you then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&gt; So if you love me, even a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Let me know while I am living&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So that I can treasure it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.s. i miss dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.p.s. i miss paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.p.p.s. i miss merv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.p.p.p.s. i miss mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.p.p.p.p.s. i miss rj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.p.p.p.p.p.s. i miss eirene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. i miss everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;~evonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/special%20people/Image06.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE IS LIKE WAR. IT DOESN'T DETERIME WHO'S RIGHT BUT WHO'S LEFT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111467235295808372?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111467235295808372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111467235295808372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111467235295808372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111467235295808372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/04/missing-everyone.html' title='Missing Everyone'/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111305507210373149</id><published>2005-04-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:34:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LoVe LeTTeR!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Message: This is a love letter from a boy to a girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;However, the girl's father does not like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and wanted them stop their relationship......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and so.. the boy wrote this letter to the girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;he knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1----"The great love that I have for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2---- is gone, and I find my dislike for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3---- grows every day. When I see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4---- I do not even like your face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5---- the one thing that I want to do is to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6---- look at other girls. I never wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7---- marry you. Our last conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8---- was very boring and has not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9---- made me look forward to seeing you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10--- You think only of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11--- If we were married, I know that I would find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12--- life very difficult, and I would have no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13--- pleasure in living with you. I have a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14--- to give, but it is not something that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15--- I want to give to you. No one is more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16--- foolish and selfish than you, and you are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17--- able to care for me and help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18--- I sincerely want you to understand that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19--- I speak the truth. You will do me a favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20--- if you think this is the end. Do not try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21--- to answer this. Your letters are full of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22--- things that do not interest me. You have no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23--- true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24--- I do not care for you. Please do not think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;25--- I am still your boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;meaning-only to read 1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.21.23.25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(OddNumbers)So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111305507210373149?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111305507210373149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111305507210373149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111305507210373149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111305507210373149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-lettermessage-this-is-love-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111258883899176527</id><published>2005-04-04T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:34:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Achi&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="460" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/special%20people/meachinikki.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 113px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/special%20people/mepaulrj.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Things You Probably&lt;br /&gt;Never Knew or Thought About&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;br /&gt;10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Minute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it also to the person that sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgot your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time... to live and love.&lt;br /&gt;If you do so, You will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life, for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111258883899176527?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111258883899176527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111258883899176527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111258883899176527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111258883899176527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-to-achihappy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111244722752670843</id><published>2005-04-02T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:34:54.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/special%20people/genlizvasmegretchnicky.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love and Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is like the wild rose-briar;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship like the holly-tree.&lt;br /&gt;The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,&lt;br /&gt;But which will bloom most constantly?&lt;br /&gt;The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,&lt;br /&gt;Its summer blossoms scent the air;&lt;br /&gt;Yet wait till winter comes again,&lt;br /&gt;And who will call the wild-briar fair?&lt;br /&gt;Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,&lt;br /&gt;And deck thee with holly's sheen,&lt;br /&gt;That, when December blights thy brow,&lt;br /&gt;He still may leave thy garland green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Brontë &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111244722752670843?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111244722752670843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111244722752670843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111244722752670843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111244722752670843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-and-friendship-love-is-like-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111171675490053666</id><published>2005-03-25T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:35:21.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If a gal cries in front of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it means that she couldn't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If u take her hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she would stay with you 4 the rest of your life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you let her go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she couldn't go back to being herself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A gal won't cry easily, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;except in front of the person whom she loves the most, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she becomes weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A gal wont cry easily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;only when she loves you the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she puts down her ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guys, if a gal cries because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;please hold her hands firmly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she's the one who would stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guys, if a gal cries because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;please don't give her up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maybe because of your decision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you will ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When she cries right in front of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When she cries because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can you see and feel the pain and hurt she's feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Think. Which other girls have cried with pure sincerity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In front of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And because of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She cries not because she is weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She cries not because she wants sympathy or pity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She cries, Because cryin silently is no longer possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The pain, hurt, and agony became a big burden to be kept inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guys,Think about it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If a gal cries her heart out to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And all because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's time to look back on what you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do consider it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cause one day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It may be too late for regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It may be too late to say "im sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't do this to a gal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You may regret for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe in your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she's the only one who will love you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Remember this lesson!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one thing you forgot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if a girl cries infront of her guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's only her defense for her guy not to get mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;because of what she has done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111171675490053666?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111171675490053666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111171675490053666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111171675490053666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111171675490053666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-gal-cries-in-front-of-you-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111166973625821424</id><published>2005-03-24T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:35:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;as i was writing my composition test a while ago... sharky crossed my mind... the topic was: if you'll have a chance to relive one day of your life when will that be? i really miss sharky.. and i wanted to see her again.. smiling, laughing, dancing... i know that you're safe in His hands... but the memories we had we'll remain forever.. i miss you.. wish you were here.. i love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/106a1a91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111166973625821424?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111166973625821424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111166973625821424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111166973625821424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111166973625821424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you..'/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111138535908595772</id><published>2005-03-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:38:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i miss my barkada so much... :( wish i could see ya guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="puz231780" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="240" width="330" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="8731"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="6350"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.flash-gear.com/npuz/puz.php?c=f&amp;o=1&amp;amp;amp;id=494578&amp;k=2367182&amp;amp;s=30&amp;w=180&amp;amp;h=90"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" 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href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-my-barkada-so-much_21.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111113739702873566</id><published>2005-03-18T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:38:26.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i miss sharky!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="274" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/80b42ef1.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;wish you were here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/s/sarahmclachlanlyrics/inthearmsofanangellyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;In The Arms Of An Angel Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend all your time waiting for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For the break that will make it ok&lt;br /&gt;There's always some reason to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memories seep from my veins&lt;br /&gt;They may be empty and weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an Angel fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don't make no difference, escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an Angel far away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111113739702873566?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111113739702873566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111113739702873566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111113739702873566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111113739702873566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-sharky-wish-you-were-here.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111088881681908922</id><published>2005-03-15T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:37:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jealous by : Nina&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of the girl who caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;One of my darker days&lt;br /&gt;When you looked at her where was I?&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda been in her place&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;All alone imagining what could have been&lt;br /&gt;If I had been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of the one who'se arms are around you&lt;br /&gt;If she's keeping you satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of the one who finally found you&lt;br /&gt;Made your sun and your stars collide&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;She's a very very lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of the one who won your heart&lt;br /&gt;They say it's a perfect match&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna get to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get better than that&lt;br /&gt;She'll say you're fine&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words I wish were mine&lt;br /&gt;And they might have been&lt;br /&gt;If I had been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd fight the good figh&lt;br /&gt;tIf I thought I'd change your mind&lt;br /&gt;But if she makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;I would leave that dream behind Man,&lt;br /&gt;she better treat you right&lt;br /&gt;And give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Cause at the moment she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in the wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;She's a very very lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/xanga%20stuffs/4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111088881681908922?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111088881681908922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111088881681908922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111088881681908922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111088881681908922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/03/jealous-by-nina-jealous-of-girl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111079992247012318</id><published>2005-03-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:37:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love isn't something we hold, it is something we set free, It's not something we just do, but it's something we don't imagine to be. Lastly, it's not something we choose, it chooses us... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 131px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/evonnelam/Boniks2.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111079992247012318?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111079992247012318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111079992247012318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111079992247012318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111079992247012318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-isnt-something-we-hold-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411999.post-111069995129307948</id><published>2005-03-13T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:37:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Special friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we've known each other for quite sometime now... we started as textmates...exchanging all sorts of messages then we became friends... you became my confidante&lt;br /&gt;i told you things i can't reveal not even to my closest friendi cried to you when i have problems i can't handle by myself talking to you gives me relief and your words of wisdom always enlighten me&lt;br /&gt;you started sending me messages about friendship and love but one message touched me so much...it says:"can i say i love you today?if not, can i ask tomorrow? or the day after tomorrow? or the day after that?i will love you every single day of my life. i love you"&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realized i love you too... but we can love each other only up to a certain limit! we can only be the best of special friends, nothing more... i just hope that this special relationship will last for a lifetime coz i have grown to love you, my dear special friend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411999-111069995129307948?l=evonnelam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/feeds/111069995129307948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11411999&amp;postID=111069995129307948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111069995129307948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411999/posts/default/111069995129307948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evonnelam.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-my-special-friend.html' title='For my Special friend'/><author><name>evonne729</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13047676911128476427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
